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"Olof what is it?" she asked again, in evident distress. "Only it was only my mother speaking to me all alone," he answered in a low voice. "Oh!" The girl sighed deeply. "Now was it just now she spoke?" He nodded. The girl glanced at him and hesitated. "Won't you won't you tell me what she said?" she asked timidly. "She told me it was wrong a sinful wrong even to ask you...."
How she blushes and looks down, and then, having gained her purpose, runs off again too full of joy even to thank the messenger, running a race, as it were, with her own delight. And then, once back at the house, she looks round anxiously to every side, lest any should have seen her, and goes in to her work again.... Filled with a quiet joy, Olof opens the packet.
And as he felt her arms about him once more, he could only bend down humbly and touch her hair with his lips in silence, as if begging her to understand. Warm drops were falling on his knees, warm drops fell on her hair. Welling from deep sources but unlike, and flowing different ways. Sunday morning a calm and peaceful time. Olof was up, and sat combing his hair before the glass.
Olof was touched now he understood.... "And what then?" he asked softly. "What happened after, to the girl with a mark above her heart, and to him that made it?" "The boy...." She stopped, at a loss, and then went on: "There's no more about him in the story. He went away. Only about the girl...." "Yes, yes, of course," said Olof. "He went away. And the girl?"
Neither showed any sign of confusion; they stood easily, as if the whole thing were a prearranged conclusion. "I hope I haven't startled anyone," said Olof gaily. "But the fiddle that has played my youth away must play no more! Good-night!" A sigh of relief and admiration passed through the crowd. What a finish! What a youth! None but he could ever have done the like.
"Wouldn't it be as well to send a couple of baulks down first, for whirlpools and hidden rocks?" suggests Olof. "Ho, yes!" cries his rival. "And get a surveyor to mark it all out neatly on a chart a fine idea!" Redjacket's party burst out laughing at this, and all looked at Olof. He flushes slightly, but says nothing, only bites his lip and turns away to study the river once more.
The dogs that run in the streets...?" Olof sat motionless, watching her passionate outburst as if fascinated. And beneath the ghastly mask he seemed to see the face of a young, innocent girl, with childish, trusting eyes, and.... "No, it's no good your trying that," the woman broke in. "I know what you're thinking of now. You hate me, loathe me, as I am now.
Olof, come you here, and do your best in playing." While a murmur of exultation and congratulations went through the assembly, ma chère mère took me by the hand, and led me, together with Bear, into another room. Here she ordered punch and glasses to be brought in.
Olof has fallen into a seat; he looks at her, but makes no answer. "And your princess is she at home, may I ask?" "No!" Olof answers with an angry ring in his voice. The woman marks it, and draws herself up, as if in answer to a challenge. "Good! I've no business with her. But I've something to say to you. And maybe it's best for her she's away. She'd not be over pleased to see me, I fancy."
The broad-shouldered partner was making hopeless efforts from the other side of the course. "Don't waste your breath!" cried the men. "He's got her now." The big fellow stopped, and waited calmly for the end. But it was not over yet. Olof was gaining steadily on the girl; turn which way she pleased, he would have her now. She saw the danger, and turned to rush down the slope.
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